The Greener Grass

My Wings

I only wear the mask of freedom.

That which will never be mine.

To soar high above and beyond into the sky

of my never ending dreams.

I am so ashamed my wings are broken,

that no one can tell

I am held down with the stones eternally,

where I do not belong.

My heart it aches

for different wings,

all clean,

all new.

If I could have one day.

That I didn’t need help,

or have to use my excuse

to get through life.

Tears would flow

Because I could try.

Because I was reborn.

Because I could fly.

Because I would be free

to finally be me,

just for one day.

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